I know I haven’t posted in a while. To be honest I don’t really know what to say. A lot has been going on and I guess I just don’t know what to say or do about any of it.
It got me thinking about this shot. It’s an older shot from back in Salt Lake City. In my little studio apartment using a Holga and actual Polaroid black and white Instamatic film. It’s ambiguous, but you know what it is.
I desperately want to make more art. Like actual art. Not just take pictures but make something truly meaningful. But finding models in Alaska is damn near impossible.
Additionally, I’ve had a chance to look out from my boat and see what my old friend is doing on theirs. I have some worries and concerns, but over all I’m just oh so happy to see that they are okay. That they seem to be happy. Something about their face and their artwork just, makes my day. I tried to find a way to signal them, let them know I was here, but I almost ended up tipping my boat over. And to be honest I think once they knew it was me, they ignored the message. Which hurt a little and I didn’t try anymore.
So I’m back in my boat, trying to figure out what to do from here. Where do I go? What does the future hold? What does it all mean? Can I ever make art again or should I just give it up? Sometimes it would be nice to have someone to talk to. I think that’s a large part of why I miss my old friend. They were someone to talk to, truly talk to.
But now everything’s become so different, so complicated. It’s all so unclear, and it’s like this photo. We all know what it is, but it’s slightly ambiguous. And there’s nowhere other than this photo to see it, no where to go to touch it. Even the film no longer exists anymore.